Fog spreads like a wild fire in this misty night, my head is clear, and I thank my abiltiy to endure. Its time to reflect upon my work, even if its you it hurts. Rythem set, mood right, good times ahead tonight. Flowing through my viens out from my finger tips, just like the rain. The world spins, I drain, my fingers strain. I push it another mile, the moment is now built. All of these wicked sounds I can compile!
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